Glasswork RIP

Woe to me this morning as I brought forth catastrophe upon one of my glass creations.

Last year, the Sensei and I made about 150 of these candle votives for his daughter's (my best friend's) wedding. He had the blue ones placed in sets of three on each of the tables at the reception, as well as lining the windowsills of the hallway leading into the ballroom. It was absolutely gorgeous. And, although I made several of the blue ones, the green one in the middle was special, since I made it just for the fun of it with a glass that I especially liked. My green votive had been on display on my bathroom radiator.

So this morning I was rushing around because Gene and Will were picking me up for the Teachers' Institute that we had to go to today. I opened the cupboard above the radiator, in which I keep a variety of toiletries and styling products, and a brush comes tumbling out.

SMASH!

I didn't even want to look down.

The bad news is, of course, the votive is now broken. The good news is it didn't shatter completely and only split into two solid pieces. (A fact which absolutely amazed me!) It's now been glued, it's definitely passable, and I'll most likely even make a new one, but I'm still bummed that it happened in the first place. (Damn you, round brush! Damn you and your unsteady rolling!)

Alas! Thus, here be one more pretty photo, in memoriam.

Rest in pieces, my favorite special votive. I'm eternally glad you at least weren't damaged beyond repair.

Glasswork RIP

Woe to me this morning as I brought forth catastrophe upon one of my glass creations.

Last year, the Sensei and I made about 150 of these candle votives for his daughter's (my best friend's) wedding. He had the blue ones placed in sets of three on each of the tables at the reception, as well as lining the windowsills of the hallway leading into the ballroom. It was absolutely gorgeous. And, although I made several of the blue ones, the green one in the middle was special, since I made it just for the fun of it with a glass that I especially liked. My green votive had been on display on my bathroom radiator.

So this morning I was rushing around because Gene and Will were picking me up for the Teachers' Institute that we had to go to today. I opened the cupboard above the radiator, in which I keep a variety of toiletries and styling products, and a brush comes tumbling out.

SMASH!

I didn't even want to look down.

The bad news is, of course, the votive is now broken. The good news is it didn't shatter completely and only split into two solid pieces. (A fact which absolutely amazed me!) It's now been glued, it's definitely passable, and I'll most likely even make a new one, but I'm still bummed that it happened in the first place. (Damn you, round brush! Damn you and your unsteady rolling!)

Alas! Thus, here be one more pretty photo, in memoriam.

Rest in pieces, my favorite special votive. I'm eternally glad you at least weren't damaged beyond repair.